But the wind and clouds were caused by him, and Yan San in the center of the tornado naturally gave birth to an unstoppable spirit of heaven and earth.

Yan San squatted down slightly, and another black giant tiger phantom appeared in the tornado, shadowing in the wind, and the whole enveloped Yan San, with a blue forehead, a huge mouth and fangs, whistling wind and clouds, and posing with Yan San in the same position as lying on his stomach.

Lingyuan Phantom, Black Tiger in the Wind, Song of the Great Wind!

Although the tornado is a phantom, it also drives gusts of wind in the real world, rolling people's clothes to hunt and hula. In the face of this natural trend, many wicked monks turned pale and looked at each other.

In the wind, the black tiger froze, swooped down, and flew up towards the huge mountain of meat. The black giant tiger is more than two meters tall, and the manpower is at least five meters, this culling is simply overwhelming, and the three-meter Roshan has become a little doll in front of it, but the black tiger is a phantom after all, and the real attack comes from Yan San's fist.

Heavenly kings, bodhisattvas, the heavens capture, landslides

This is Yan San's own name, take the meaning of a punch to collapse the mountain, it is the punch that Yan San first entered the crying abyss to beat the honest man, at that time Yan San was only a "pseudo third-order" body cultivation, the power of one punch is enough to kill the same level of body cultivation in seconds, at this time it is transformed into a real "Heavenly King does not break the body", how can the power be doubled?

Especially after the wind slash with the Great Wind Song, the power increased again, and it became one of Yan San's strongest attack methods at present.

This punch tore through the air, not only with the domineering majesty of physical cultivation, but also with the general trend of spiritual cultivation to guide the heavens and the earth for my use, the tornado was raging, the black tiger was hideous, and a punch smashed into the monster Roshan like a meteor.

The place where Roshan Zhongquan was punched into it suddenly sank half a foot, and the fat flesh condensed by the soul of the whole body rippled rapidly, breaking down the force. But this punch was too violent, and the souls howled miserably where the flesh rippled. As the thousands of purple blade phantoms in the tornado rolled up Roshan's body, Yan San's fist deep in Roshan's body once again burst out with a decisive blood knife spirit element, and when the fist touched, Roshan's huge belly seemed to burst into a bunch of knives, exploding the pieces of meat sideways, and there was an extra foot deep hole.

Fourth-order Roshan, break the defense with one blow!

If it is placed on any monk, he will already be a dead person at this time, even if it is an iron corpse and steel bone. Of course, this is not to say that a fourth-order master like Iron Corpse and Steel Bone will also be seconded when he encounters Yan San, after all, people are alive, there are still dodges, and there are counterattacks, and Yan San's "landslide" is too flawed, it is normal and okay, it is almost impossible to appear in the life-and-death battle with the fourth-order master.

And the rule of the Roshan monster is that it will not fight back, but only passively bear it, so it gave Yan San a chance to hit the "landslide". With a one-punch landslide, the level of strength is enough to make a fourth-order master feel threatened!

However, Roshan was only knocked back five meters by this punch, his body shook for a while, and he still stood steadily, and his soul was crying and tangled in the huge wound on his abdomen, and he was rapidly recovering.

Instead, Yan San threw a fist and vomited a mouthful of blood. The power of Roshan's perverted shock was all fed back to Yan San's body along Yan San's fist, at least half the power of the punch just now, Yan San could feel a tingling pain in his arm, and his internal organs were also shaken into a sharp pain, as if he had been crushed over again.

Unloading, counter-injury, no vital damage, almost immortal! Roshan is so unreasonable.

Yan San's eyes lit up, and the 'Rapid Recovery' talent urged with all his might, eliminating most of his injuries in an instant. His eyes suddenly swelled with blood, burning them insanely blood-red.

Yan San's feet exploded, and a large area of purple-red mist of unjust souls exploded, revealing the void but indestructible foundation of the Yuan Array underneath; the tornado phantom above his head rotated more rapidly, bringing the wind of the real world to hunt and shout, and the purple blood knife in the tornado was connected into a fine light; the black tiger phantom roared violently, the bloody mouth was wide open, the fangs were forested, and the figure swelled by three points again, and a primitive, barbaric, and killing aura comparable to Tuoba Ye erupted, Yan San almost didn't pause, chasing the retreating figure of Roshan like an arrow from the string.

Heavenly king, bodhisattva barbarian, heaven and earth mad demon!

Heavenly king, stepping on the snow, absolute strings!

Wind song, wind slash!

Roshan, five meters away, had not yet stood firm, Yan San's hands were dancing wildly, his fists and palms were intertwined, and a huge tornado and black tiger enveloped it.

For a while, I don't know how many fists and feet were frantically bombarded and tore along the pit that had not yet healed, and each blow was a purple blood blade that exploded at the wound, and the wailing of the unjust soul was barely broken for a moment, and the huge human face on Roshan's belly also let out a miserable cry, obviously painful to the heart.

Not enough, not enough, not enough......

Faster, faster, faster!

No matter how strong and strong and stronger!!

In the state of madness, in the absolute high speed, with the blessing of the quick action power given by the Great Wind Song, and in the decisive and tragic attack of the Purple Blood Dao Yuan in the wind, Yan San was crazier than a madman, wilder than a beast, chasing Roshan all the way to attack feverishly, and he was like an endless death......

A large area of the soul on Roshan's body was shattered and torn apart, and it turned into ashes in the screams, and it kept retreating step by step, like a small mountain peak being swept away involuntarily under a monstrous flood.

The onlookers were cold and moist for a while, and the wind that was constantly blowing carried a little bit of dampness, with a heavy smell of blood. When I reached out and touched it, it was a thin layer of bright red blood!

Blood is Yan San's blood, although Roshan did not move, Yan San's attack was shocked back without a single blow. Yan San attacked violently and quickly, and the injuries became more and more serious and fast, and now his whole body was wrapped in the wind, and he didn't know how much blood he had shed.

The wind is raging, and people are even more crazy. The tornado vaguely revealed a red glow, and the wicked in the field were collectively terrified, and the wind carried the smell of blood so that people could hardly breathe.

"This madman!" the thought rose in the hearts of all the wicked. Cruel to the enemy, anyone who is present can do it, and can even do it a hundred times more vicious than Yan San. But it's the same for yourself, like looking for death, few people have this courage.

The pressure of the "Peng ......" everyone suddenly relaxed, and in the seal, Roshan was opened by Yan Sanshengsheng A large hole that could pass through people, the bottom of the chest and abdomen was empty, and only the two legs were still lonely and retained their intact shape. Looking from the hollow, everyone could only see Yan San's bloody hand dripping with blood trembling slightly.

"Fluttering ......" Roshan collapsed, smashing to the ground and making a muffled sound of a pile of dust scattered, showing the young man standing proudly behind Roshan, covered in blood, even the seven orifices were flowing bright red, only a pair of eyes that returned to clarity were as deep as a pool of water, black and deep, and his spirit was flying.

The tornado phantom that had not yet dissipated in the "Roaring ......" swept wildly, and the huge black tiger phantom roared up to the sky with Yan San's rebellious roar, although they didn't hear it, everyone felt that their hearts were firmly pulled, and they felt breathless and depressed again...... Panicky.

Roshan fell, turned into billowing purple smoke in a blink of an eye, enveloping Yan San, after a long time, the purple smoke was silent, and Yan San had disappeared.

But in the hearts of many wicked people on the fifth floor of the Wailing Abyss, the tornado that followed the sky and the huge black tiger that roared lingered from then on. Those wicked people who were ready to sell Yan San and the others after going down to the sixth floor only felt that their mouths were dry, and there was a faint panic in their hearts: "Is it right or wrong to go against such a person?"

Among the wicked people was a short and fat man, in his forties, who looked like a black-faced villain with a stone mound, and his eyes were as small as two huge mung beans, and he was nicknamed Black Stone.

Seeing that Yan San was as brave as he was, Hei Shi's eyes blinked twice, and he swallowed a mouthful ......of saliva with difficulty: "I think I am a ruthless person! Hey, they all say that if you kill a black horse, this kid can be regarded as a black tiger!'

Immediately, a wicked person chimed in, "Yes, this person's vitality has turned into a black tiger, and it is only appropriate to call it a black tiger. I don't know what will happen if I go to the sixth floor, but I hope I don't fall into the hands of the Heavenless Sect, it would be a pity!"

Some people sneered and said coldly, "No matter how ruthless a tiger is, he can fight a herd of elephants? I heard that the sixth floor is the base camp of the Heavenless Sect, go down and send him to death! I have seen someone rushing to eat, but I have never seen someone rushing to reincarnate! You respect this Laoshzi Black Tiger so much, why don't you go down and hug his thighs and beg Black Tiger to accept you as a junior brother? Maybe you can let you lift his shoes! Hahaha......

Blackstone turned his head to look at the man, but the man was a one-eyed dragon, and the only remaining eye was crooked as if it had been deliberately rubbed, ugly and weird and disgusting. Heishi recognized his nickname Ma Wangye, Ma Wangye had three eyes, the meaning was self-evident, two were blind, and only one was left.

Heishi was not angry, but smiled at the prince of Ma twice, and said: "Brother Tai is right, it took the black widow a full thirty seconds back then, and it was a workaround, the violent spider was going to die, and it withstood all the power of the shock, which was more than a step weaker than the black tiger who blasted Roshan, and after watching the scene just now, I also think that I am only worthy of carrying shoes for the black tiger......

Ma Wangye's shameful smile was taken over, and he suddenly felt like he was punched in cow dung, and he snorted coldly and stopped talking, but he never saw a murderous aura flash in Heishi's eyes.

Heishi turned out to be a miscellaneous disciple of a small sect, and he cooked for the inner disciples because he cooked a good dish. He fled into the Wailing Yuan because he was targeted and bullied in the sect, and his family was killed, and finally broke out, and in a fit of anger, he found an opportunity to scatter the four inner disciples in the sect, and one true disciple was all fascinated......

The next day, an inner disciple scolded Heishi for cooking and serving, but found that there was no figure, and when he opened the cauldron that was boiling, he saw that the five heads in it had been steamed overnight...... So the power of the sect was wanted and killed, and Heishi finally fled into the crying abyss. And that sect also has one more rule: 'Don't bully weak disciples'! And from now on, the identity of the chef in the sect is the same as that of the inner disciple, after all, even the elders and the like have a desire to eat, and it doesn't taste good if someone sprinkles a handful of inexplicable things inside.